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Hello all. I am typing this on Joan, who is making some distressing arthritic sounds. I am also having mild issues using the keyboard, although it wonderful to have the right-click back. (For those not in the know, Simon is an Elitist Mac User, and I revel in my lack of knowledge using it.)

As such, I am obviously back in Ormskirk. The dog is running around and whining a bit because he's pining for the members of the family he actually recognises, and it breaks my heart. I feel awful that he had to go into kennels, but I think I will stick to steadfastly BLAMING MY MOTHER for this one. I am also drinking tea because I've sort of stopped eating in the daytime and to be honest I might sick with doing so. I'm hungry now, but I have a cup of tea and there is a potato baking (which, might I add, came from the £50 card Grandad bought me - I've made that buggar last for two months and counting, now) so I will cope, I think. I returned home yesterday from glorious sunshine to the rain, and by God, but everything was deserted. Liverpool was frightening, but bot as frightening as my changeover at the new Liverpool South Parkway station. That was zombie-film deserted.

Also, I do not think the fact that I was consistently nauseous for much of the journey and throwing up between Stafford and Liverpool helped with my feelings of hatred-for-the-world. I didn't go online last night out of sheer apathy, which is new and slightly frightening for me, and I instead plumped for sitting in front of the telly and watching Tank Girl, which hurt my brain a bit, but at least I can say I've seen it, or something like that? Naomi Watts is quite pretty when she's not blonde.

Anyway. You don't want emo!lonely!Colleen in this post, and neither do I, and I'm hoping that I can eat in about an hour and then actually start doing my cleaning - the washing is in, which is impressive, but my stuff is still all over the hall, which is less good. I'm alone in the house, which isn't giving me any reason to go on and do anything. This place is so big. Argh.

RIGHT. HAPPY THOUGHTS. Under this cut is long and boring description of the Jesus College May Ball, which is flat out the best bash I've ever spent an extortionate amount of money on. ( Read more... )

And now, well, I'm at home, where it's raining, and I'm lonely, and I'm just too lazy to bother even cleaning out my suitcase, so I think I'm going to curl up with a baked potato and Sky TV. I'm not going to walk the dog, because to be honest, I'm worried about taking him outside by myself when he's in this mood, because he's a very heavy and strong dog and he's just all over the place right now and I'm afraid of losing him. Which makes me feel more like a bad person.

Oh yeah. Potato time.

~Hathy_Col~

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I know this is really sad, but I'm actually looking forward to curling up on the sofa with my quilt, the fire on (IS SO COLD) and possibly a cup of tea while I watch Star Trek IV: The Voyage Home. It's my most favourtist Star Trek film ever. No, honest, it is. It has WHALES and a REALLY STUPID PLOTLINE and William Shatner as an AGING LOTHARIO. And a KLINGON SHIP WOT THEY STOLED.

IT IS GENIUS IN STAR TREK FORM. Also I watched Star Trek: The Original Series this morning, so that is why. And it seems to be gale force wind outside, too. I think I will maybe just move into the lounge. The sofa is remarkably comfy, and possibly more so than the bed I've been in for the last two weeks. Because it sort of broke. Oops.

Anyway. Star Trek!

I am worried about the dog. He's coughing a lot more than I remembered him doing, so I will keep him well-watered (note to self: SET ALARM for 8am to let the dog out!) and keep an eye on him and it should sort itself out. He's had his kennel cough jabs and whatnot, so he should be fine.

Also, loneraven is a crazy person, but also a crazy person who is running the Tenth Doctor Ficathon so you should sign up in a calm and dignified manner and be nice to her because she is marvellous.

Gosh, it really is cold.

Also I am starved of human contact that doesn't come via the telephone, so I think I will be spammy the next few days. The dog is a very good listener, but his conversation skills just aren't up to scratch.

~Hathy_Col~